Saturday, February 20, 2016

Branching Out

Sometimes, when I don’t know what the hell to do next, and I’m feeling a bit unsettled, I draw some growing thing. When my youngest son started school full time and I suddenly had the house to myself for hours on end, I sat down and drew the giant tree in our neighbor’s backyard. I used charcoal on a giant pad of newsprint and filled the whole page.

Three days ago, I quit my agent of ten years. It was time, and I don’t regret it, but yesterday morning I woke feeling adrift and at sea. So I drew the tree again. This time with India ink and tempera on cardboard. 

A lot has changed in 10 years. The giant tree is even bigger, and that youngest son is getting ready to pick a college.

I’ve changed too, but have I changed enough?

Mary Oliver asks,

“Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Sick Day

Feeling better today, but yesterday it was a struggle to resist climbing in bed with a box of kleenex. I never experienced the days of "house calls," but I do remember making shadow animals. My brother was a master at it.